Ten Things

Charley Bear,

Today is a hard day. Its Father's Day, and I wish with all of my heart that you were here to help me spoil your Daddy. I know that he is sad...it hurts so much. I wrote him a letter today and made sure to tell him all of the things that we talked about last night. I told him how much you love him and miss him. I told him how proud you are of him each and every day. I even remembered to tell him that you are sooooo thankful for the love that he gave (and continues to give) to you. I believe that it takes someone very special to be a Daddy to an angel, and just because you aren't physically with us today, I know that you have been lingering close.

Father's Day 2010

Your Daddy is a pretty incredible man, Charlotte. I wish that you would have had longer with us to learn all of the cool things about him. I want to tell you so many things but I will limit it to....

"Ten Things You Should Know About Your Daddy"

1. He is sooooooo competitive and likes to be good at everything he does. You might remember the silly trophy in our garage...you know...the "Supreme Master of the Universe" trophy? Your Daddy won that playing silly yard games with his friends and Uncle Tom. He was so happy that you would have thought he won the Super Bowl!

2. He is a picky eater just like you! I like to describe him as a "meat and potatoes" guy. I have gotten him to try more foods (spaghetti, chili) but we still have to be pretty basic around here.

3. He is very "crafty" (sorry for outing you, Matt!). He made 3 of the mirrors in our house and painted lots of the pictures. He worked very hard on the animal paintings in your room and they turned out so cute! Daddy always thought that you would grow up to be a painter (or a scientist!)

4. Shhh....don't tell him I told you this....your Daddy snores. He'll deny it, but between me and you, its the truth!

5. 95% of the time your Daddy empties the dishwasher because he knows that I hate to do it.

6. You're Daddy would have been the one to teach you how to ride a bike. I never learned how when I was a little girl so he taught be when I was 24! It was quite the workout for him, but he stuck with it and eventually I was riding! (We'll skip the part about the broken elbow 2 weeks later...ending my future as a professional cyclist).

7. He is my rock. Your Daddy takes such good care of me and has been there for me through some very hard times. He helped me stay positive when I was scared before you were born. He reassured me and kept me calm when you were sick or having surgery. He holds me tight and wipes away my tears now when the pain seems unbearable.

8. He loves his family and would do anything for them. We are so lucky to have him in our lives.

9. He told me that his favorite part of the day was coming home after work and seeing you. Most times you and I would be playing on the living room floor when he got home. As soon as you heard him come through the door you were craning your neck to search for Daddy. Oh Charley, my favorite smiles were the ones that you gave when you saw him come into the room. Your smile was HUGE. Your eyes sparkled and your arm instantly reached out for him. No wonder that was his favorite part of the day!

10. He loves you more than I could ever begin to explain, or even fully understand myself. I know that you felt that love when you were here with us, and it just continues to grow stronger each and every day.

May 2011

So these are just a few things...I will try to remember to share more from time to time. I know that you are always watching over your Daddy, especially today. I will be sure to give him more SUPER DUPER Charley hugs and tell him how much you love him a few more times before this Father's Day is through. Make sure that you do the same to Papa Paul. Let him know how much Mommy loves and misses him. I bet that the two of you are getting into lots of trouble together!

Love and lots of kisses,

Mommy

Day By Day

In the past few days I've learned a number of things....

1) Matt and I have a lot of junk. With all of our new "free time" we've been going through closets and cleaning house a little (anything to keep our minds active). Who knew that the top shelf of a closet could accumulate so much in 4 years? I had forgotten that most of it existed! I like the feeling of "purging" old things. Lets just say that Goodwill scored big today.

2) Charlotte is everywhere in this house. I can't open a cupboard, fold a load of laundry, sit in the backyard, or watch TV among other things without something there to remind me of her. I'm not complaining...I'm so grateful for those memories...but they still feel bittersweet.

3) No matter how many times I get into my car to go somewhere, I can't break the habit of looking in my rearview mirror to check on Charlotte in the back seat. Matt took the car seat out to make room for all of our back and forth trips to Omaha. I'm glad he did because I probably would have left it there forever.

4) I'm not ready to go to Target on a weekday afternoon. I stopped in to pick up a few things that I had seen in their ad, and was quickly reminded that weekday afternoons are when every stay at home mom under the sun goes to Target. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

5) A good day doesn't necessarily translate into a good night. Really. No matter how "good" of a day I have, I can't seem to carry it over to nighttime. Every night I would check on Charlotte before heading to bed myself. Most nights I would find her like this...

I would get her snuggled back in, give some extra kisses and tell her I loved her.

Now I walk up the stairs and see her nursery empty. My heart races and I just want to break.

6) I'm at a total loss as to how I'm supposed to go back to work. For those of you that don't know, I work in a building that is attached to the hospital where we lost Charlotte. I have to drive past the hospital to get to work each and every day. I've been doing detours around Sioux Falls to avoid that place. Today I was within about 10 blocks, and despite having the AC blowing directly at my face, I felt like I was suffocating. It was awful. AWFUL.

I know that we are headed down a bumpy road full of many ups and downs. I just wish that we could fast forward to a time where life starts to make sense again. I'm sure that day will come...I pray that day will come.

The First of Many Lonely 14ths

This is the day that I was supposed to be writing a "HAPPY 13 MONTHS" message and posting pictures of Charley Bear sitting in her green polk-a-dot chair.

I almost forgot...or maybe I wanted to forget to make it easier on myself.

I have posted a message on the 14th of each month for the past 13 months. I am going to try my best to continue...but instead of talking about the here and now I will use these posts as a way to chronicle memories and stories that I haven't shared before...memories that I fear will fade if I don't commit them to text.

Here goes nothing...

Two days before Charlotte earned her wings we had an indoor beach party. We were unpacking some of her birthday gifts and ended up setting up her new water table....complete with water...in our living room! It was something that seemed so ridiculous at the time, but today I am forever grateful for that memory and the huge smile that she got on her face. Short little Charlotte was standing on her tippy toes to reach the water and would "feed" it to me. Such a silly little lady!

In addition to the water table, she also tried on her new ladybug swim suit. I couldn't quit giggling. I have a picture on my phone of her standing against the ottoman doing her best super model pose. I mean, really, how stinkin' cute is she?!

Charlotte didn't really get to have a full out summer experience. Last year she was a teeny tiny baby and spent her days recovering from open heart surgery. We spent our outdoor time tucked safely under the shade of a tree in our yard. This year her days were cut short before the weather really allowed for much fun in the sun. I looked forward to filling up a little pool for her and watching her splash around.

It may not have been the typical summer afternoon in the sun, but I'm so thankful that we had our little beach party that night. SO SO SO THANKFUL.

Keeping Occupied

Another week down...its absolutely crazy how quickly time can pass and feel like its standing still all at the same time.

As I said in my last post, Matt and I loaded up the pups and headed back to Omaha for the weekend. While it doesn't make things "easy," its sure easier than sitting in our house wondering what to do with ourselves. And even with lots of distractions, our baby girl is never far from our minds.

Lately Matt and I have been doing a lot of the things that we "wanted" to do over the past year....

I used to wish that I could stay awake later than 9 PM, but most nights I was exhausted from early mornings, work and our nightly routine of dinner, meds, baths and playtime. Now I'm awake until midnight...1 AM...sometimes as late as 2 AM. I just can't seem to shut my brain off and when I close my eyes my thoughts consume me. Sigh...I miss my tired, early nights.

I remember just wanting ONE DAY to sleep in. Now I don't drag myself out of bed until 9:30 or so (maybe because of the point above). I wake up expecting to hear cute little baby babble over the monitor, only to see it sitting on the night stand in the "off" position. Sigh...I miss my morning wake up call.

We have been going to movies--as a matter of fact, I have seen more movies in the theater in the past 2 weeks than I had in the previous year. Each time we go I get this feeling of guilt. How can I go and sit at "Bridesmaids" and laugh for 2 hours when my baby girl just died? How can anyone do that?! Sigh...I wish that I was back watching movies on Netflicks.

We have gone golfing, eaten out for lunch/dinner more than is probably good for us and even had a night out to watch our brother-in-law's band play. All things that would have required a little more planning before 2 weeks ago.

All of these are temporary distractions. They keep us from going crazy. They fill our time, but cannot fill the emptiness that both of us are feeling. They are the things that we thought that we "wanted" but were perfectly content without because in their place we had beautiful Charlotte. Sigh...what I wouldn't give now....

On This Day

I'm a very sentimental person.

I like celebrating milestones, big or small.

I have started countless posts here with the words "One year ago today...."

Today marks one of those "one year" marks, and while we won't be celebrating it quite like I had imagined, it is a special day none-the-less.

June 10 will always be special to me because it is the day that I first walked through our doors in Sioux Falls with little Charlotte. After a solid month in the hospital, 2 heart caths and 2 open heart surgeries, she was finally well enough to come home. I still get goosebumps thinking about it--I was bombarded with so many emotions that day. I was excited that we were finally going to be together as a family and terrified at the thought of not having nurses around for back-up, but mostly I felt love. Love beyond words for my precious baby girl. Love for my incredible husband who had been bouncing back and forth between hospital and home for the past month. Love for my puppies. Love for my own bed. Love for a "normal" life at home with my family.

June 10th, 2010 I was so excited to LEAVE Omaha.

June 10th, 2011 I cannot wait to GO BACK.

Matt and I are heading back this weekend. We need distractions and know that we can count on family for plenty of that.

I've said it here before and I will say it again.....

"Oh what a difference a year can make."

Here we are...

1 week later.

1 week since that terrible day.

1 week since we drove home to an empty house that no longer felt like our home.

1 week since we felt normal.

1 week since we held, snuggled, rocked, sang, danced...

1 week...and its felt like forever.

So much has happened in the past 7 days, it hardly seems possible.

First, thanks to all of you who were able to help us celebrate the life of little Charlotte on Friday. While it was a horribly difficult day, it still carried with it a feeling of peace. I'm still amazed at how beautiful her service was from start to finish. It was perfect, and aside from the obvious, I wouldn't have changed a single thing.

We made the dreaded trip home on Sunday afternoon with our moms and Matt's sister along for support. They have been the most wonderful distraction and my stomach aches at the thought of them leaving tomorrow. Its hard to even know where to begin. Every inch of this house is filled with memories of Charlotte, and while I never want to forget a single one of them, its all so very overwhelming right now.

I've struggled with this blog lately. I want so badly to come here and to pour my heart out, but the words are hard to come by. I've always been honest here, and while I don't share every detail of our lives, I put a great deal out there for public scrutiny. I have let you all into our lives--you have seen our good days, and as of late you have seen us totally broken. That scares me. Am I strong enough to put the new "grieving" Kristen out there for all to see? Can I continue to be truthful and honest, or will I hold back, fearful for how others will perceive my emotions?

If I can't be 100% honest, then I can't continue.

In my heart I know that I need this blog.

I need it as an outlet.

I need it to help me process the extreme grief that follows me 24 hours a day.

I need it to help me continue to celebrate Miss Charlotte.

I need it probably more than I even realize.

Little Miss...Oh How I Miss You

Little Miss Ritchie doesn't quite feel the same today. Usually I look forward to coming here to share our highs and "purge" our lows...but today I am forcing myself, and that breaks my heart even more than it already is.

Thank you all so much for the kind words, thoughts, prayers and support that you have shown us over the last 36 hours. I think that it goes without saying that Matt and I are operating in shock mode, totally knocked off of our feet at the drastic turn of events in our lives. It feels like a cruel joke that we could go from sunshine and swings....to this. Lucky for us, the same friends and family that have been lifting us up for the past 18 months swept in to help us through.

I wish that I had more to share, but at this point there are still a lot of unknowns. I just keep reminding myself that God has a plan for our brave little girl. She taught us so much in her short 12 months on Earth and the outpouring that we have had from all of you just shows us how powerful her story is.

A service to honor and celebrate our little lady will take place Friday at 1 PM at the John A. Gentleman funeral home at 72nd and Western in Omaha(visitation from 11-1). Burial will follow at Resurrection Cemetary just off of 78th and Center.

Gulp....

Please continue to pray for Mathew and I. While this initial "process" is gutwrenching, I know that things will be taken to a whole new level when we have to walk into our house in Sioux Falls and figure out how to begin picking up the pieces.